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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 4:30:26 GMT -6
Guinevere was having a good day today. She had gotten a couple hours of sleep the night prior, despite all of the things she had been working on overnight. As evidence of her work, the satchel she normally carried her books in clattered with the sound of what must have been a million small marbles – if you could fit that many into such a bag. She had reserved a field for use over lunch break. She didn’t really need one for the fields in particular; she could just wave a slip form the headmaster in the face of the person taking the reservations and get one of the Primes. She liked the last one, since it was mostly in the woods and secluded from the majority of the other fields. With the added seclusion, it had a set of walls that could enclose it so people using it could use it for more private technique training and whatnot.
Only about 100 feet to each side, the field was small, but it was sufficient for most training that could go on at the school. As the path opened up to the white marble floor, she moved over to one of the corners and sat her things gently down, taking particular care not to jostle the bag. She hadn’t quite shrugged off her jacket – Lily had not arrived yet but Guin was not expecting her to for another 15-20 minutes yet. The toll for the hour had not gone off yet, and the three quarters toll had just chimed on the clock tower. She had arrived early; having only one class in the early hours of the morning gave the sophomore some time to relax a bit mid-morning, something she appreciated. In reality, she was once again skipping her Grimm Studies class, simply because she was somewhat of a ‘Teacher’s Pet’ outside of class for the subject.
Since she had the time to burn, she figured she might get some of her own practice in. Carefully, she reached up to her hair and pulled out Hammer’s Fancy. With a flick of her wrists, the hairclips began rearranging themselves, one shaping itself into something resembling a Cello while the other shifted into a matching bow. Silver filigree leaves covered the main body of both, while the dark opalescent strings of the weapon had become strings to play. She perched the instrument across her knee and gave it a few strums with the bow, tone changing slightly with each while crystalline roses shifted and twisted to tune the strings. After about a minute there, the instrument was tuned and in working order.
She pulled a single, long string from the bow and sat the cello against her bag. She kneeled down on the ground a couple feet away and wrapped the string around her ankle. Tightening the knot, her semblance pulsed down the string, and the cello began to play a little background tune to a three beat. From a couple pouches at her waist, she pulled half a dozen red roses about the size of marbles and four violet ones. Time to play with Gravity. In the palm of her hand, she pushed some of her aura into three of the flowers, which let off a light purple glow. She felt their tug ever so slightly as she did so, and pushed them into the air.
With the six red roses, a small puff of her aura caused them to start lightly burning. She sat them on the ground in a rough circle about as wide as her shoulders. With the fourth violet rose in hand, she breathed life into its petals and sat it in the middle of the circle. She came up from her crouched position and looked at her work. So far so good. The gravity dust had been a pain to get her hands on, and a bit of a problem child to get packed into the roses in an efficient fashion. A glance at her scroll told her she had about ten minutes – including the three minute brisk walk – until Lily arrived. She nodded and straightened herself out.
She lifted her hand and tapped the middle of the three hovering violet roses. Its glow intensified, and the orb on the ground began to rise. With it came the ring of small fireballs until they were just above knee height. She had made a gravity mannequin with a dress of flame. She studied her form for a bit while the present score finished. At its conclusion, she adjusted her hands into a pose for a waltz, though the typically male lead, and was off with her feet. As she moved, the three orbs shifted as the shoulders of a dancing partner while the fireballs twinkled in the slight shade of the trees, swaying and twirling around the lower rose not unlike a dancing dress. Hair flapping a bit without clips in, she closed her eyes and became one with the music, losing all sense of time while she swayed in the shade.
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Post by lilywilde on Nov 29, 2016 19:04:20 GMT -6
----- Never stop Running ----- tag: --- // words: --- // notes: --- Lily woke before the sun, which was often the case, and started her morning training and meditation before classes. Her first class was at six, and ended at seven. It was a basic history course that had been discussing the kingdoms and their origins over the last few weeks. Today, the professor was talking about Legion. Lily listened attentively as always, but nearly half of the other students were sleeping at their desk. Apparently, morning classes weren't for everyone. Lily's notes were written as per usual in the looping scrawl of the forest tribe she had grown to the age of eight with. She had learned their written language first, and it was her natural way of writing, though she did eventually learn the writing system of the rest of remnant from her mother at a later date. She found a wild beauty in the way that the forest scripts looped together and twisted like vines on a tree telling a story the more you scrawled.
When class had gotten out, she immediately scaled the nearest tall building and took a running leap towards the training field. She streaked through the early morning sky like a white rocket in flight. She came out of her semblance somewhere over a building near the training field. As she rolled into the landing and sprung back to her feet, any casual observer would assume that she had done this many times before. Those regulars who populated the training fields would know this to be the case, as Lily often traversed campus in this fashion. It was easier to do than running through the streets, where she would have to leap over students in the path multiple times.
As she began heading towards the training field that Guinevere had specified, she noted that there were several faces which regarded her with little more than disdain. She was no longer wearing the fancier clothes that she'd purchased with Amber, and instead wore the recently repaired dress that she'd fixed with Guin. Her shoes were once again absent. She realized that she was roughly half an hour earlier, and had intended to sit there meditating until Guin's arrival, however, the properly dressed girl was already present. As she approached the field, the soft music stopped her in her tracks. She was reminded of Kenneth, and his strange guitar playing which had brought tears to the girl's eyes not long ago. This was similar, though not quite as impressive to Lily's ear. Perhaps it was the novelty of hearing her first song, or perhaps it was simply the elegance with which the young boy had charmed the small mammal he'd been chasing, but there was a different quality to the guitarist's music that Lily was too inexperienced to put her finger on.
She watched the dance for a while, and considered that there was a school dance coming up soon. She thought of Solomon holding her in the same way that Guinevere was holding her fiery companion, and she started mimicking the way that the fire clad orb specter moved. After a while, she was comfortable with the movements enough that she could close her eyes, and picture the young Moon boy as her partner. Her bare feet were silent as they danced in the grass. She was far less experienced like this than she would care to admit, but was giving it her best go anyway. She would perhaps disturb Guinevere's reverie when the time for their dust lesson was closer at hand. For now though, she would be more than content to steal the occasional peak at Guin's movements and apply them to her fantasy dance with Solomon.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 21:22:40 GMT -6
While she flitted about the field, the Cello continued to play its melody. It was past time for the birds to really sing songs, so the only sounds filling the area were those of the violin, the flickering of flame, and the occasional breeze through the branches. Serene would be one way to put it. Guinevere was not particularly paying attention to the area around her, and did not notice Lily for some time. It wasn’t until she had finished her present set and the school bell was ringing did she take pause to glance around.
The music still playing, she saw Lily twirling about in the dress from yesterday. She was a little embarrassed to be caught, but figured that Lily wouldn’t blab too much to anyone. She watched the swaying and twirling girl for a bit, collecting the roses in silence while the Cello continued to play. She didn’t take Lily to be the sort of person who gained infatuation easily, but usually when a girl twirled like that without a care in the world, she was practicing for someone. She smiled.
After a couple more moments of watching her dance, Guinevere let the cello start playing a little softer. “Hey, dreamy face, you going to keep dancing or you want to have some fun?” She had her hands on her hips, and her bangs covered her eyes from the removal of the hairclips. She bobbed her chin upwards slightly and puffed out some air, disheveling her bangs enough for her to at least look at Lily with her left eye for a moment before her hair fell back down. Well, this is what she got for dancing in the middle of a training field, secluded or not, she guessed.
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Post by lilywilde on Dec 1, 2016 1:24:29 GMT -6
----- Never stop Running ----- tag: --- // words: --- // notes: --- Lily let out a small startled squeak as Guinevere discovered her dancing as she had. She froze in place, for all of three seconds. Pink rose to her cheeks, but she plodded over to her newest friend quickly, her gaze averted. She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly as she approached Guin. Thoughts of Solomon and her dancing in the moonlight still played through Lily's head, but she was making an effort to shake them. She had to focus on the lesson before her.
Her dedication would not waver. She would grow stronger, and smarter, and gain the abilities she needed to save the ones who were important to her. Even if it meant having to wait until later to indulge in flights of fancy. Some part of her wanted to scold her for having the capacity for such whimsy in the first place. This same voice was the one that had kept her alive in the wilds for so long, and she heeded it's warning carefully, but she also recognized that this was different, this place was different, and these people were different. It was okay to indulge now and again. It was a different world, and a different voice she hadn't been able to heed for a long time was starting to peek out and test the waters a bit. Her interruption by Guinevere had been enough to silence that voice in this moment, but she knew that it would have time to speak again in the future.
Her face was stll bright pink when she neared Guinevere "Uhh... H-Hey," she said sheepishly. She felt quite embarrassed having been caught in the act, so to speak. She took both hands to smack her own cheeks a couple of times, in order to help her shake the fugue her mind had entered and said "Yes ma'am, I'm absolutely ready!" She assumed that Guinevere was talking about the dust training. She had been eager to learn how dust worked for quite some time now. She had seen it used occasionally in the wilds, when she would stake out some new encampment, or while stalking one of the five groups she'd been forced to send a message to. It was a magical substance. She'd done some reading up on it of course, but she'd never gotten the opportunity to practice with it prior to this day. She was practically bubbling with excitement. She had stayed up quite late the previous night studying up on some of the different dust types. She was particularly interested in gravity dust. She was already capable of jumping incredibly high, but to augment herself with that strange dust type could prove incredibly useful in combat. She also had some general interest in the elemental dusts. Adding some extra oomph to her strikes could really help the girl in any given combat situation. She wondered if it would react in any special way with her semblance, as far as her readings have uncovered, it was different from person to person.
All of the excitement and curiosity aside, she was ready. She was prepared to learn whatever Guinevere might have to teach her, and when she spoke again her voice was less flustered.
"I look forward to whatever you may teach me, and I thank you for the trouble."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 2:36:44 GMT -6
While lily was responding, Guinevere gave a kick of her boot – really her ankle – and pulled the bow from the Cello. As it flipped through the air, she held out her arm and caught it on a rotation. She figured music wouldn’t be too bad for an ambiance to the lesson, and sometimes tempo could help people get into a groove for training or battle. However, she would need to do something about her hair, because not being able to see through her own eyes wouldn’t be the best thing for training. She brought her hands to the string on the bow and plucked off a single one of the violet threads. Much like when making needles, a pulse of her semblance made the thread begin to fold in on itself, doubling over repeatedly before making a dark, opalescent hairclip.
She tucked the hair above her left hair back and turned towards her stuff in the corner. “Well, if you would join me over here, I’ve got a bit of a surprise.” As she walked over towards the pile of her things, she twirled the bow through the air almost like a sword to her side, but with a lot more dipping movements. At the pile, she dropped it towards the Cello and as it touched the metallic instrument, it began to play a soft tune. It was quite a nice backdrop, in her opinion. Now, as she got over to the pile with her stuff, she shrugged off the jacket of her outfit, leaving the underlying vest top and proceeded to sit down. She tossed the cloth not so ceremoniously behind her on the yet growing small pile. She nodded to the place in front of her on the rough marble surface, making motion for Lily to sit. Anticipating her coming over, Guinevere turned around and began shuffling things in the pile of things behind her, digging for something.
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Post by lilywilde on Dec 3, 2016 21:07:34 GMT -6
----- Never stop Running ----- tag: --- // words: --- // notes: --- The music was still pleasant in Lily's ears as Guin kept a small tune going in the background at all times. She watched her create a hair clip from nothing, and couldn't help but appreciate how useful that power could be. She briefly mused on why her power let her control both string in that fashion, and connect people in the way that it did. Perhaps it had something to do with the nature of sewing and it's ability to connect things that had previously been separate. She still had nothing but respect for the girl's semblance, and thought that she must possess a beautiful soul to have such a semblance once again. She briefly wondered what else she might be able to create. So far she'd seen sewing needles, hair clips, and even this beautiful instrument which Guinevere was having play autonomously. Were there any limits to the power? How many instruments could she produce at once? Could those strings form swords that acted equally autonomously in battle. Was she actively focusing on the song that was playing? If so, her focus was astounding. Her mind continued asking question after question in this vein for a while, only ending when Guin called for her.
When Guinevere beckoned her over, she gracefully and soundlessly bounded towards Guin's side. She watched patiently, wondering what it was that Guinevere was about to pull out of the bag. Her fingers tapped out a small rhythm that followed the meter of the cello as it played. She had enjoyed the small dance that she'd done before Guinevere had discovered her, and would have to figure out how she might fill her life with more music as the days stretched on. She wondered what hidden talents her other friends might have. Perhaps raven was a talented artist, or maybe Amber had a special talent for calligraphy. She amused herself with such thoughts as she waited on Guinevere to produce whatever she was going to from her bag there. "Whatcha looking for?" She asked after a few moments had gone by and guin had still failed to produce anything from her bag.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 1:37:46 GMT -6
Guinevere waited until Lily had come over and inquired as to what she was digging for before she lugged out her satchel. With her now close by, she lugged the overly-stuffed bag onto her lap. Though normally stuffed with books and notebooks, this time it was bulging in all sorts of directions and when it landed on Guinevere’s crossed legs, it sounded like there was a large set of fine china inside. “So, I am surprised I got all these done last night, to be honest. I had made ones similar before, but they really don’t hold the same punch, you know?” It took her a couple seconds to realize that she still had not shown Lily what was in the bag. Well, that would be one reason for a possibly quizzical look on the cat faunus’ face.
“Right.” She said, realizing her mistake. Looking down unfastened the belts holding the bag closed and flopped the cover over the top of the bag, causing some more clatter. She looked up towards Lily and smiled, before upending the bag and letting its contents spill around her seated position. From the bag poured a couple hundred 12 petal double lilies covering an incredible palette of color. There were icy blues and fiery reds, to grassy green and electric yellows. All in all, there were probably a good two to three dozen of these ‘boulder marble’ sized lilies of each of the dust types Guinevere regularly used. “That’ll be thirty of each - Burn, Soak, Sculpt, Breeze, Shock, and Chill – all for you.”
She finished gazing at the product of her hours of working through the night and back up expectantly towards Lily’s face. “Surprise.”
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Post by lilywilde on Dec 5, 2016 18:30:16 GMT -6
----- Never stop Running ----- tag: --- // words: --- // notes: --- When Lily realized the contents of the bag, and the wonderful symbolism that she had chosen to fashion the dust marbles in. Her aura flared up for a moment as she displayed some obvious pleasure and she said with a giddy tone in her voice "Oh this looks amazing! I can't wait to try these out." She took a moment to let her aura settle down before picking one of the marbles up and turning it over in her hand. She didn't know how dust worked exactly, though she'd done a bit of reading, she knew it would be different in practice.
She turned the small, yet powerful ball over looking at it from every angle. She hummed a bit as she did so, matching the tune still playing in the background. The soft cello music was a pleasant backdrop indeed.
"And these are all mine? But there are so many. How am I ever supposed to use all of these?"
The question was rhetorical. If there were thirty of each of those six types of dust, then Lily already knew exactly how long it would take to use all of them because she had a finite amount of training time that she could set aside to practice with dust. If she chose to practice with
She turned then, away from the many marbles of power, and back towards Guinevere, her face shining. She was elated, and wanted to rush in and give Guin a hug. She restrained herself, but she smiled nonetheless. "You really didn't have to do this much for me you know that right? This is amazing!"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 21:29:09 GMT -6
Guinevere smiled watching Lily’s jubilant expression. Well, she certainly liked them; that was for certain. Now to clarify some things before she accidentally broke one of the lilies and had an explosion on her hands. “Yep, all are for you. And don’t think I don’t have to do this – a girl’s gotta play with shiny stones every now and then.” She reached down to pick one up. “Now, your lilies are not unlike my roses.” She reached down to her belt and pulled out one of the red burn roses she had been working with prior.
“Don’t try this with your lilies until you really know them well; each is made of twelve glass petals filled with a single charge of liquid dust. The glass is made from glass dust, meaning you can, to some extents, do this.” A small red ripple of her aura ran over the rose in her hand as it began to shrink in size, and glow with an even more vibrant red as the dust inside became compacted. “The ones on my hairclips are the same.” She nodded towards the cello, nine red roses standing out at different points on the instrument, and nine pale blue ones lining the bow. She might connect that the roses might get incredibly tiny to stand out as her hair clips.
“To start, your Lilies are filled with liquid dust and made of twelve petals each. Each of these roses,” She let the one between her fingers enlarge to about the size of her palm, as the red became a more solid color one might expect from a pen, “are made from powder and ten petals. If you let your Lilies get bigger, they’ll also come to about this size.” With this, she let the Lily she was delicately holding in her hand expand to about the size of a natural lily, though it looked to have a bit thicker petals to hold the liquid dust in. “The reason I’m asking you not to put any aura into these at the moment to change their size is that you can cause the entire thing to detonate, and that would be very bad this close to the others.”
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Post by lilywilde on Dec 12, 2016 18:02:51 GMT -6
----- Never stop Running ----- tag: --- // words: --- // notes: --- Lily looked over a red lily in one of the glass spheres, and turned the wonderfully crafted bauble over in her hand. "Do I get one charge per petal? Or does using this consume the whole Lily?" She asked, taking a few steps away from the rest of the marbles. If that was the reason Guinevere was hesitant to let her try anything, then she would only need to put a little distance between herself and the bag containing the multicolored lilies.
She resisted the urge to attempt anything until Guinevere gave her some signal to urge her to begin. She was fairly confident in her ability to manipulate her aura. Her father had taught her well how to use her aura, and the daily practice to control the mymomar lily that Solomon had gifted to her had only sharpened those skills. Far less talented huntresses had a much better grasp on dust than she did, so in her mind there was very little chance that she'd fail. That said, she wasn't arrogant about her chances of success either. She was well aware that any who had mastered dust had likely failed a few times first. Or at least, that was her assumption. While many things she'd learned had come pretty easy to her, so she was used to failing a few times before getting things right. Sometimes it'd take a try or two, but she knew that soon she would have an extra skill to work with. This was exactly why she'd come to the school. She was a competent slayer of grimm, and staying out in the wilderness, surviving them as she'd been doing for years would likely be the best way to get stronger, if strength were all she was after. However, developing skills like this, and learning all of the things she'd learned, that was the value of this academy. The connections she was making with other people, the knowledge available to her through the library and the classes, and the training facilities that let her try out her skills in practice before coming against a grimm or hostile tribesman... all of these were invaluable, and would allow Lily to fight back in a whole new way when she eventually returned to the wilds again. She was set in her determination, and eager to figure out the puzzle of dust.
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